The Penn's Grove record., 1887-04-30
PENIS GROVE, N. j, SATURDAY. APRIL 80. 1887.
Nelly shudered and turned cole

Nelly Shudered nj turned Cole
''No, not a murder-not "a murder,
if it can possibly be avoided. 1 hav,
shrunk from that for years-always,'
said Gobbiecock.
Nellie could not put her fingers int,
her ears again. Should she Scream oul
loud2 Should she fall down with a bang
on the loorP
sit is rather a horrid idea," sait
Hubert, rejecting "But l shall have
no horrorsl 1t shall be poisoning-ol
drowning, if l could manage taking
him abroad and doing some boating
perhaps he might be lured into a Med
iteranean falucco."
every good" said the other.
"That man is a monsterl'' thought
Nelly. 'IIubert is excited, but he il
cold. He is goading Hubert on, ant
pretending to think i'll Of it,"
81 mean to put some money in ny
pocket, l can tell you'll" said Hubert
81 want you to put mo up to the lega
formalities of arranging the will. For
gerry is rather worked out, but l DOM
sec anything else"
'If | were you" said Gobblecock, g
should send the old man TO a lunatit
asylum, and
More and more Nelly was like Argen
tina, she had tried gliding and hiding
and had stepped into the middle of al
ENHANCEMENT of crime and mystery
She knelt down wringing her hands.
81 shall make him a lunatic at large
said Hubert.
every well; then stop at that. Over
excltement-piling on the Agony
altogether a mistake. l don't like tn,
idea of murder, but | shall gladly pro
vide you with all the information abou.
the will. To avoid horrors, | should
get rid of the old man into a lunatiC
asylum, | am not sanguine, but l wisl
you luck, my lad; and plots Of this kline
have succeeded before now, though
tell you it is not to my TASTE"
There was a pause of smoking and Of
choking for Nelly, who had sunk on The
floor. Then that horrible monster Cob
blecock said, ''And the girls it to b.
Nelly?" She could hear the laugh in hi'
voice, as if he had made a shrewd guess
"What is to become of her?"
Hubert hesitated. Fought she eveI
to know who the murderer is2''
Miss FairfeldY"
Nelly had not; Mary had suggested
1t, and she had rejected it as too unro
BY this time the poor heroine, who
was just like Argentina, felt as if the
human heart-that Argentina had moi
were being smashed by a blow and
torn in two. Hubert, the man whom
she had begun to love AID trust, was
loaded with guilty secrets-a villain Of
the deepest dye. 1t was Gobblecoek that
had ruined him-of course, it was Cob.
blecock who had doue all the mischief
Gobblecock was an unmitigated mon
ster. Nelly screamed out loud-a shrill.
piercing scream, that rang through
every lamp and glass. and echoed as il
the ground itself had shrieked, till walls
and ceilings thrilled with it.
Nelly came to her senses lying on .
couch in the drawing-room, surrounded
by the whole household. She was afraid
of Gobbleeock, who was gently tanning
her-the monster! And she shrank
from Hubert, who was so glad to set
one conscious look in her eyes, Poo
Hubertl She burst into tears at the
sight of him. That villain of the deep
est dyel Had he not brought ''oul
friend from London" to be a conspira.
tor, a plotter of dark deeds?
Nelly wanted to speak to Mary. The
Others were all sent away; and to Mary
she told all the escapade: how she had
slipped into a thrilling situation just
like Argentina in "a Dead Mystery, y
and Mary interrupted her by saying
quietly, Hubert is writing a story,
His friend is a writer from London,
You dear little goose they were only
planning the book. Hubert's friend Is
correspondent for a foreign paper. You
saw him at his letter last night. And
he has written stories. 'Brightley Court
is his. He put our home in that-and
poor little me. You need moi
make your eyes bigger, Nelly"
'Oh, Maryl will Hubert ever forgive
me?"
"Poor villain of the deepest dye.
He will never ask you to be the heroine
of a dead mystery again."
"But, Mary, did you say that-that-
that big man-wrote 'Brightley Court9
You are Ruthl-I know it-you art
Ruth?"
"He imagines so. He is Hyacintt
Grey. But you look frightened.
"Ruth will marry Hyacinth Greyf'
Nelly gasped.
II do admire him from my heart, .
said this calculating heroine; 'but /
must show my little pearl ring. Harry
gave it to me tonight
Alasl let Shakespeare say what he
will, there is something in a name. Not
even Juliet's love would have suficed il
she had lived in these days, and if Ro-
meo's name had been Gobblecock.